Shoes are the foundation of any outfit. We mean that in both the literal sense—you're standing on them, after all—and the figurative one. No matter how meticulously you've selected every piece of clothing, every accessory, it all comes down to the shoes. Have you ever seen someone wear a pair of Jordan 5s with a tuxedo? Then you know the degree to which the wrong footwear choice can derail an otherwise un-fuck-up-able look. What's more, poorly made shoes can cause all manner of pain, from the physical (sore feet and knees) to the psychic (knowing that you just paid for something that's going to wind up in a landfill sooner rather than later). What we're saying is, shoes are important. It's undeniable. And as much as some guys would like to believe that they can get away with keeping just a couple of pairs in rotation, that's not the case. The fact is, to cover all your bases style-wise, you need five. |
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Annabelle is not a pop star. In fact, she's not even human. Annabelle is a three-foot-high, tattered Raggedy Ann doll, obtained and quarantined by American paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren. In the 1970s, she enjoyed a modest amount of fame, which was eclipsed forty years later when she became a key character in theConjuring universe. Since 2013, the movies have spawned nine sequels, including Annabelle, Annabelle: Creation, and Annabelle Comes Home. They've earned more than $2.8 billion, making them the highest-grossing horror franchise of all time. The Conjuring: Last Rites, released in September of this year, has already taken in close to half a billion dollars on its own. According to paranormal enthusiasts, Annabelle is diabolically evil, one of the most haunted artifacts in the world, capable of wreaking havoc on any unfortunate souls who find themselves in her field of influence. It's why a team of handlers, which includes a priest, chaperones her from town to town in a cabinet, emblazoned with a hand-painted sign reading: warning positively do not open. The person who built the box, one of Annabelle's handlers, dropped dead recently. |
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It's embarrassing to say, but I might as well lead with the truth: I'm 76 and still horny as hell. I'm tall, with the kind of posture that used to turn heads but now just reminds me to stretch. My hair's gone white, my skin's mapped with wrinkles, and even with hearing aids, I miss half of what people say. But desire—desire's still loud. At my age, people expect you to mellow out, to trade sex for crossword puzzles and nostalgia. But my sex drive never got the memo. It's as stubborn as I am. |
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Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein begins streaming on Netflix on November 7. But... it is playing on the big screen in select theaters right now, probably somewhere close enough. Even if it's a drive, you should make a road trip of it. You should go and find Frankenstein before it leaves these theaters. And you should take your kid. Of course, it's not exactly for little kids. There's some gruesome bits, but nothing that would scar anyone in the tween range. Plus, the transgressive thrill is part of it. We all remember the experience of seeing a scary movie with a trusted older relative. It's dangerous to go alone, but there is power in that togetherness. After all, it's Halloween, so the atmosphere of the chimney smoke and fallen leaves provides an enchanting atmosphere for a classic monster tale. But also, the Oscar-winning director of The Shape of Water and Pan's Labyrinth has poured his heart into an adaptation of this monster story that sinks deep into the raging-sea relationship that can exist between parents and children. The breathtaking scale of his film—starring Oscar Isaac as the doctor, and Jacob Elordi as the monster—must be seen to be believed. Seen in the biggest and most glorious way you can find. |
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We were new to town and still getting to know our neighbors a few years ago when my wife told me: "You've got to meet Diane's husband Allan. He's the first zombie in history to say, 'Braaaiiiiinnns....!'" That's how I was introduced to Allan Trautman, a lifelong actor and puppeteer who is best known as the cranium-munching fiend "Tarman" from the 1985 comedy-horror cult-classic Return of the Living Dead. Or at least, he would be known for it if more people realized there was a real guy inside that oily, oozing bundle of rags and bones. |
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Can I hang out with you?" The words echo across the Triangle Square parking garage in Costa Mesa, California, directed at a woman in a chic white pantsuit, early forties, cheeks red and makeup a little smudged. The man who said them follows her as she strides away. She tucks her short blond hair behind her ear and casts anxious glances over her shoulder, pivoting left, then right. Sounds of street traffic drift in; the smell of flowers and nearby restaurants carries on the breeze. The garage is clean, white, and brightly lit as glowing windows from the surrounding buildings sparkle in the darkness of night. The man, however, is disheveled—he's been living out of a van—with shoulder-length blond hair swept back from a receding hairline. "Can I hook up with you?" he says. |
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